Page 38 of Eternally Yours

Shit. I knew what she was asking, but we’d already taken this too far. If I let her feed from me again, we were both done for. “Loren, you know I can’t let you feed from my neck.”

Her head dipped and she locked me in another mind-blowing kiss that left me gasping for air.

“Not that,” she panted, pulling her shirt over her head, and throwing it on the floor, giving me an eyeful of her bare breasts. Her skin was milky white, her nipples a dusty rose. With her long hair cascading over her shoulders, she looked so wickedly gorgeous, I felt lightheaded.

This woman was going to be the death of me. Taking a breast in each hand, I bent down and kissed her silky skin, licking and biting her nipples until they were hard as pearls. She moaned louder, each sound shooting through me like a bolt of lightning. Lifting my gaze to hers, I marveled at the way her irises glowed with a rouge tint. She arched her back, extending her neck and exposing the delicate spot below her jawline. Her jugular pulsated in beat to her heart, beckoning me to kiss her there.

Fuck. Running a finger down the length of her neck, my veins screamed for her blood.

“Do it,” she said, her eyes darkening to a deep red.

What in God’s name was she playing at, tempting me like that? Didn’t she understand how badly I needed her? Offering her blood to me would lead us down a dark path.

Just one tiny taste…

No. I couldn’t. It would seal our bond and then seal our fate. She didn’t understand what she was asking of me, and even though her blood was singing its song of seduction, I forced my fangs to only scratch the delicate curve of her neck. Not pierce it.

But if I couldn't taste her that way, I’d taste her in others.

“Nic…” she all but whimpered, and the sound of my name coming from her lips had my heart beating faster.

I tried to ignore her words, knowing if we took the next step, it would all be over. But Loren was a beast in more ways than not, and it’s what I loved about her. That fire. That spunk. But it was also what terrified me. She reached below my waist and slipped a hand inside my sweats and below my boxers, grabbing my shaft in her greedy hand.

“Fucking hell, Beastie. I don’t know if I can… if we should.”

“Stop holding back, Nic. Just give me what I need.” She pumped my cock, her hand sliding up and down, her touch setting my skin aflame. My muscles tightened as I fought with my instinct to flip her over, rip off those pajama bottoms, and slide my length inside her.

I pretended I didn’t hear her, and reached between her legs instead, pressing my fingers against her pussy. She was so wet she’d soaked through her thin pajama bottoms. Fuck those pants. I wanted to feel her bare skin. Sliding my hands below the waistband, I nearly lost my resolve not to fuck her. She was so fucking smooth and hot.

She clenched her thighs against mine as I pressed on the hard nub of her clit. That was it, I’d taken over the game. Watching her grind her hips over my fingers as I gently rubbed her to a climax was enough to distract me from her will to watch me fall. I needed her to stand down from this fight I’d never be able to win.

“Look at me,” she demanded, burying her smoldering gaze into mine. “Do I really need to tell you? Or you just like hearing me say I want you to fuck me? And not with your fingers, Nic.” Before I could respond, she slit a cut across her naked chest with one of her razor-sharp nails, blood beading to the surface faster than I could stop her.

The bloodlust whipped through me, taking over all my senses. Nostrils flared, my gums throbbed as my fangs descended even lower, and my vision sharpened to a pinpoint. A growl vibrated up my throat as the predator in me took over.

Focused on the crimson trail between her breasts, I licked my lips, my head fogging with images of my mouth on her chest, my teeth sinking into her soft flesh as I drained her blood.

I spread my hands over her bare back and brought her closer, my instincts now on the driver seat, determined to drive me to hell. The smell of her arousal and blood was spine-tingling. There was no turning back now. I'd never wanted anyone like this before. Not even Elizabeth.

Elizabeth…

The thought of her was like dumping a bucket of cold water over my body. Shaking my head, I pulled away from Loren. “I can’t,” I whispered, the words choking out of me like an angry fist vice-gripping my throat.

“Can’t or won’t?” she asked, and I could feel the sharp sting of disappointment through our bond. I’d wounded her yet again. And now her pain was turning to anger.

Sliding her off my lap, I stood and gave her the blanket laying on the floor. “Cover up. And please wipe the blood off your chest.”

I couldn’t look her in the eyes, but I didn’t need to. The scorn flashing in them was as palpable as the heat from the hearth.

She remained still, perhaps stunned by the brashness of my words, but when I said nothing else, she wiped the blood away in one quick swipe, grabbed her shirt, and pulled it back on before storming back to her room.

“Loren, wait,” I called out. “Please.”

“Leave me alone,” she snarled, twisting the door handle so hard, the metal whined. I caught up to her and grabbed her arm. Her fiery gaze whipped my way, and there was so much resentment radiating off her, it knocked the wind from my chest.

“Please don’t look at me like that,” I said. “I told you this couldn’t happen between us.”

Shoulders squared and spine stiff, she said, “You seemed more than willing two seconds ago. Or was I dreaming? And before in the woods, was that in my mind also? Oh, and let’s not forget what we did in your kitchen back home. So, tell me, Nic. If none of this is possible between us, then why the hell did you kiss me? Why did you let me touch your cock? Why touch me?”

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